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FRENCH'S 

MEEICAN DRAMA. 

£fte Acting 3SUftton. 

No, xxvni. 



An Original 

Aboriginal Erratic Operatic Semi- Civilized and 

Demi- Savage Extravaganza, being a Per- Version of Ye Trewe 

and Wonderrefulle Hystorie of Ye Rennownned 

Princesse, 

PO-CA-HON-TAS: 



OR, $ 

THE GENTLE SAVAGE. 

IN TWO ACTS. 
BY JOHN BROUGHAM, ESQ. 

The MUSIC Dislocated and Re-set, by James G. Maeder, M. D. ; 
and presented to Public Notice through the INSTRUMENTALITY of 
Signor La Manna. The SCENERY painted from daguerreotypes 
and other authentic documents, by Mr. H. Isherwood, greatly assisted 
by his own vivid imagination and Mr. Wallace. The COSTUMES 
cut from the original plates, and thoroughly digested, by Mr. T. Flan- 
nery, and several auxiliary thimble-riggers. The MACHINERY, 
Wings, Flies, and other Entomologia, by Mr. Demilt, and various 
other philosophers. The CONSIDERABLE PROPERTIES, crowns, 
sceptres, war-clubs, Indian pipes, and other regalia, by Mr. Timmany, 
and his aids. 

[copyright .secured.] 

NEW- YORK : 

SAMUEL FRENCH, 

121 NASSAU-STREET. 



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DRAMATIS PERSONS. * D ^/ 

OF YE ENGLYSHE. 

Captain John Smith — The undoubted Original, vocal and instrumental, 
in the settlement of Virginia, in love with Pocahontas, according to 
this story, though somewhat at variance with his story, Mr. "Walcot. 
Lieut. Thomas Brown — Second in Command, a hitherto neglected Ge- 
nius, whose claims on posterity are now for the first time acknow- 
ledged, as is but right. . . Mr. Barry. 

William Jones — Sometimes called Bill, another of the same sort left. 

Mr. Simpson. 
Mynheer Rolff — The real Husband of Pocahontas, but dramatically 

divorced contrary to all law and fact Mr. Peters. 

Benjamin Brace, \ Splicers of main braces, shiveiers of timbers, 
John Junk, I anathematizers of eyes and limbs, promiscuously 

Henry Halyard, > general dealers in single combats and double horn- 
William Buntline, J pipes, and altogether, amazingly nautical people. 
Barnabas Binnacle J Messrs. Hare, Thompson, Johns, Reddy, James. 

OF YE SALVAGES. 

H. J. Pow-Ha-Tan I. — King of the Tuscaroras — a crotchetty Monarch, 
in fact, a Semi-Brave Mr. Brougham. 

The Right Hon. Quash-al-Jaw, Speaker of the Savage House of Lords. 
Straightener of unpleasant kinks, and oiler of troubled waters, un- 
raveller of knotty points, adjuster of pugnacious difficulties, and 
Grand Eye Parliamentary Factotum and Fugleman . Mr. Burke. 

O-po-dil-doc — One of the Aboriginal F. F. V's, an indignant dignitary. 

Mr. Levere. 

Col-o-gog — Another warm-hearted and headed Son of Old Virginia the 
untiring Mr. Stoddart. 

Jin-go — Sergeant at Arms — A Friend to swear by. . . Mr. Jeffries. 

Kreem-Fay-Sloon — Bearer of Dispatches, and news carrier in ordinary. 

Mr. Harrison. 

Ip-pah-kak, \ f Mr. Oliver. 

Sas-sy-Pril, I Medicine Men, of the Saultz I Samuels. 

Kod-liv-Royl, j and Senna-ca Tribe. ] Reynolds. 

Kal-o-mel, J (, Carver. 

H. R. H. Princess Po-Ka-Hon-Tas — The Beautiful, and very properly 
undutiful daughter of King Pow-Ha-Tan, married, according to the 
ridiculous dictum of actual circumstance, to Master Rolff, but the 
author flatters himself much more advantageously disposed of in the 
Acting edition Miss Hodson. 

Poo-tee-pet ) Interesting offshoots from aristocratic stock ( MrsStephens 

Di-mun-di, ) anterior to the First Families in Virginia } Mrs. Con vers. 

Wee-cha-ven-da ) Embodying the rigid principles of thejMrs.Sylvester. 

Kros-as-kan-bee 5 TuscaroraFashionableFinishingSchool| Mrs. Thompson 

Dah-Lin-Duk, \ T , • BAbm . „ f \ Miss Meliville. 

O-you-Jewel, ™ eir " dea ] charges,' for m Th 

llv-Ue-Kreeta, \ ^ ^ ^ ^Sf . to I M pfne P 

Oso-char-ming, [ ^"g!^" e 2J" g I Miss Carman. 

Lum-Pa-Shuga, J the Q^rterly Bills. J Mr§ Stewart 

Dro-may-jah. a high official Mrs. Norton. 

Soldiers, Sailors, Indiana, Member/ of the Tusmrora Light Guard, <f e 



PKOLEGOMEN A, 

The deeply interesting incident upon which, this Drama is founded, 
occurred in Virginia, on Wednesday, Oct. 12, A.D. 1607, at twenty-six 
minutes past 4 in the afternoon, according to the somewhat highly 
colored and boastful narration of Capt. John Smith, the famous adven- 
turer, backed by the concurrent testimony of contemporaneous history ; 
but subsequent research has proved that either he was mistaken, or that 
circumstance had unwarrantably plagiarized an affair which transpired 
at a much earlier date ; for, upon examining the contents of a wallet 
found in the vest pocket of the man in armor, dug up near Cape Cod, 
an entire epic poem was discovered upon the very same subject, which 
was written by a Danish Poet, the Chevalier Viking, Long Fellow of 
the Norwegian Academy of Music, who flourished Anno Gothami, 235. 

The poem contains several square yards of verse, a fragment of 
which is subjoined to show its peculiar Finnish. 

THE SONG OF POCAHONTAS. 



Ask you — How about these verses ? 
Whence this song of Pocahontas, 
With its flavor of Tobacco, 
And the Stincweed — the Mundungus, 
With its pipe of Old Virginny, 
With the echo of the Breakdown, 
With its smack of Bourbonwhiskey, 
With the twangle of the Banjo ; 
Of the Banjo — the Goatskinnet, 
And the Fiddle — the Catgutto, 
With the noisy Marrowbonum. 
By one Jonsmith it was written, 
Jonsmith, the valiant soldier, 
Sailor, Buccaneer, Explorer, 
Hero, Trader, Colonizer, 
Gent, Adventurer, Commander, 
Lawyer, Orator, and Author, 
Statesman, Pioneer, and Bagman. 
Years he fought against the Moslem 
Years he wore the captive's fetters, 
Until, from a fond sultana 
He received a Habeas Corpus. 

Then, by way of relaxation, 
He took passage on a steamer, 
With a orew of Fillibusters, 



Each with matchlocks and revolvers, 

To take peaceable possession 

Of some transatlantic region, 

Sailed they on, they knew not whither, 

Until, one October morning, 

They incontinently blundered 

On the shores of Tuscarora, 

Near to Werowance, the palace 

Of King Powhatan, who flourished 

Tn that section of the country, 

Whereunto they were invited 

By this hospitable monarch, 

And remarkably well treated ; 

Until, fat with rice and pumpkins, 

Buckwheatcake and sweetpotatoes, 

Squashes, Homminy and Doughnuts, 

They began to wax audacious, 

And put on such airs and graces, 

They were perfectly disgusting. 

Now, the natives knowing nothing 
Of the benefits intended 
By this foreign congregation, 
Who had come so far to show them 
All how much they'd been mistaken ; 
In what darkness they were dwelling, 



PROLEGOMENA. 



And how much obliged they were to 
These disinterested people, 
Who had journeyed to enlighten 
Their unfortunate condition. 
Through these potent triunited 
Anglo-Saxon civihzers, 
Rum, Gunpowder, and Religion. 
Now, the natives, as I mentioned, 
Didn't see the joke precisely 
In the way it was expected, 
They believing, simple creatures, 
They could manage their own matters 
Without any interference — 
Thought the shortest way to settle 
Those gratuitous advisers, 
Would be quietly to knock them 
On the head, like Bulls of Bashan. 

It was then Jonsmith was taken 
To be treated in such fashion, 
Lying in a pleasant posture 
On the ground, his head supported 
By a chunk of Russ's pavement. 
He looked round him with emotion. 
King Powhatan stood beside him. 
With J»U i»ttle-club tremendous, 



Which around his head he flourished 

To accelerate its motion, 

So that when it swift descended 

Upon Jonsmith's pericranium, 

Then he wouldn't know what hurt him. 

Thrice the fatal club was brandished, 

And Jon. thought upon his mother, 

Thought upon the prayer she taught him 

When he first, a tiny urchin, 

Bent his kree in simple wonder. 

In that moment, all his childhood 

Stood before him like a vision, 

And he thought he was a " goner," 

When the King's remorseless purpose 

Was immediately arrested 

By a scream from Pocahontas. 

Pocahontas, his own daughter — 

She, the dove of Worocomoco, 

The pride of Tuscarora, 

Quickly laid her lovely tresses 

On the pale cheek of the victim. 

This mute eloquence of nature 

To the heart ol Jonsmith whispered, 

You have yet a squeak, old fellow 

Now, &c. &c. 



POCAHONTAS, 

OR 

THE GENTLE SAVAGE. 



ACT I. 

SCENE I. — Palace of Weramocomoco. Grand march of the Tuscarora 
Court. King enters with a great flourish. 

OPENING CHORUS. 

Air — " King of the Cannibal Islands." 

KING AND CHORUS. 

Oh 1 how absurd of people to prate, 
About their mighty Kings so great, 
They'd open their eyes to see the state 
Of the King of the Tuscarora's. 

As happy is he as King can be, 

For from his Palace he can see, 

The whole of his subjects merry and free, 

So he takes his pipe contentedly, 
Singing, 

Smoking, joking Powhatan, 

Tobacco it is the solace of man, 

So let { U g bjeCtS } puff as long as | JJJJ 1 1 can, 
The King of the Tuscarora's. 

King. Well roared indeed, my jolly Tuscaroras. 
Most loyal Corps, your King encores the Chorus. 

(Repeat Chorus.) 

Bravo ! We would with Shakspere say, " that Strain again" 

But it might strain your lungs, so we refrain. 

It sooths my ear, like niggers from the South, 

Stealing and giving odor ; they sometimes do both, 

Or like a pipe of the Nicotian leaf, 

The true Nepenthe balm for every grief, 



6 POCAHONTAS, OR 

While other joys one sense alone can measure, 
This to all senses gives extatic pleasure. 
You feel the radiance of the glowing bowl, 
Hear the soft murmurs of the kindling coal, 
Smell the sweet fragrance of the honey-dew, 
Taste its strong pungency the palate through, 
See the blue cloudlets circling to the dome, 
Imprisoned skies up-floating to their home. 
I like a dhudieen myself. 

Col-o-gog. I do not doubt it. 

King. I'll volunteer and sing a song about it 
To me 'twas by a wily Paddy whack sent, 
Who had an axe to grind, hence the broad accent. 

SONG— KING. 

Air — " Widow Machree." 

Oh, wid a dhudieen I can blow away care, 

Oh hone, wid a dhudieen ! 
Black thoughts and blue devils all melt into air, 
Oh hone ! wid a dhudieen ! 

If you're short any day, 

Or a note have to pay, 

And you don't know the way, 

To come out of it clean, 

From your head and your heart 

You can make it depart, 

Oh hone ! wid a dhudieen. 

Oh, wid a dhudieen you recline at your ease, 

Oh, hone ! wid a dhudieen ! 
Shut your eyes and imagine what pleasures you please, 
Oh, hone ! wid a dhudieen ! 
In dreams without sleep, 
All your senses to steep, 
While you're playing bo-peep 
Through each fairy-like scene, 
Undisturbed, I declare, 
By a single nightmare, 
Oh, hone ! wid a dhudieen ! 

Oh, wid a dhudieen I'm as truly content, 

Oh, hone . wid a dhudieen ! 
What the rest of the world does I don't care a cent, 
Oh, hone ! wid a dhudieen ! 
Let some folks desire, 
To set rivers on fire, 
While some others admire, 
To run " wid de machine," 
I've ambition enough, 



THE GENTLE SAVAGE. ^ 

Just to sit here and puff, 
Oh, hone ! wid a dhudieen ! 

Now that we have smoked ourself to proper dizziness, 
Let us proceed at once to public business. 
We must advance, though in the usual way, 
Therefore, all laws that we made yesterday 
We now repeal. We take the tax off Soap. 

Opo. Soft Soap, so please your majesty, I hope 1 

King. No, no. that saponaceous article escapes, 
We've analyzed it with Professor Mapes, 
And he told us, in terms quite scientific, 
Soft Soap's considered a soft soporific 

Oph. Sire, it's a lie ! 

All. Order ! order ! 

King. Can we believe our eyes'? 
We» mean our ears. 

Opo. Are not soaps made from lyes ! 

King. Oh! ah! 

Col. May it please your majesty, I rise 
To a question of privilege. My honorable friend, 
Being a hard himself, does not intend 
An insult. May I ask in the word lie, 
What vowel do you use sir, i or y 1 

Opo. Y sir, or i.sir, search the vowels through, 
And find the one most consonant to you. 

All. Order ! Order ! 

Col. To keep within the limits of debate. 
Who stole the funeral cloth and coffin plate 1 

Opo. Shut up, switch off, dry up, or go to bed ! 

Col. I'll fling an inkstand at your honorable head ! 
If you had your desert you'd dine in prison 1 

Opo. And you'd have an asphyxiated weazen ! 

King. Hollo ! no more of this ! at once have done ! 
Confound you, do you think that you're at Washington? 

Opo. My liege, in some authority I've read, 
That it's within the rules to punch his head 1 

King. How is it Mr. Speaker, were in doubt 1 

Speaker. Grotius, cap 5, sec. 3, says, fight it out. 

Business, they prepare to fight. 

Out, out of this, some spot that none can trace, 
Or see a clew to the secluded place. 

Col. Conclude it done ! the deadliest weapon I can find, 
I'll name ! 

Opo. Nuff said, old top, I'll go it blind ! 

Col. Blind you've been all your life, and deaf and dumb ! 

Opo. Dum vivimus vivamus, what's your weapon 1 

Col. Rum I \_A row outside. — Enter sergeant at-arms. 

King. Sergeant at arms, say, what alarms the crowd ? 
Loud noise annoys us, why is it attmved ? 



8 POCAHONTAS, OR 

Ser. My liege, there is a band — 

King. [Starting up.] Of Minstrels 1 

Ser. No! 
Of foreigners, just cast on Castle Garden. 

King. Oh ! 
For this relief, much thanks, it wouldn t pay. 
That endless barcarole of poor Dog Tray ! 
Who are those folks come here, without permission. 
Something a kin to Kinney's expedition ! 
This ranche they'd better vamouse mighty slick, 
Old Nick's their destination, or new Nic, 
Arauga, here they must not bore us, 
As at Sonora with their bash Sonorous, 
Conquering lands without a single resident, 
Such a Republic's clearly without precedent ! 

Ser. Their leader is at hand, sire, at his back, 
Four Knaves at least ! 

King. They're fonnd in every pack. 

King. Produce this bold adventurer, whose advent here, 
With our self-interest must interfere. 
Meanwhile, we'll dip in Hoyle, and when you're back, 
Know how to deal with such a dirty pack. 

[Exit Sargeant.} 

Speaker. How shall we receive them 1 

King. As at the Opera House, 
With a Chorus : there cannot be so proper a house 
To set the fashion. 

SONG AND CHORUS. 

Aie — " Rosin the Bow." 

King. 

Come forward here every rapscallion, 
And spread yourselves out in a row, 
While I ask that harmonious Italian 
La Manna to rosin his bow. 

Chorus. 

La Manna, come rosin your bow, oh, oh, 

La Manna, pray rosin your bow, 

We aint got no forte-piano, 

Old beeswax,-come rosin your bow. 

King. 

Wake up, Mr. Trombone and Trumpet, 
And give us a jolly good blow, 
Like steam-engines out you must pump it, 
La Manna will rosin his bow. 

Chorus as before. 



THE GENTLE SAVAGE. 9 

King. 

You chap with the blazing big fiddle, 
And you with the small one also, 
Keep your eye on the man in the middle. 
La Manna can rosin his bow. 

Chorus as before. 
King. 

My friend of the side-drum and kettle, 

Be sure, and don't spare your elbow, 

But give us a thundering rattle, 

La Manna will rosin his bow. Chorus. 

(Enter Captain John Smith and Retinue.) 

King. What manner of man are you 1 A fillybustero ! 
Your name and aim, what brought you there, my hero ? 

Smith. Erratic King, I might say operatic, 
And, as I see, as mellow as dramatic, 
My name is — 

King. Norval ! 

Smith. No, Sir ! Smith — John Smith ! 

King. Of Arkansaw 1 

Smith. No, Sire, that John's a myth. 

King. What iron fortune led you to our shores 1 

Smith. Ironic Monarch, 'twas a pair of oars. 
Between ourselves, though, if the truth be told, 
Our goal we'll reach when we have reached your gold. 
But, stop, and I'll enlighten your community, 
I see (music in orchestra) and hear a famous opera-tunity. 

GRAND SCENA COMPLICATO. 

In the Anglo-Italiano Style. 

Smith. 

As you are o, 
The great cigar, o 
And high top loco, 
Among these folk, o 
It is but fair, o 
I should declare, o 
What brought me here o. 

'Tis easy told. 
You know my name o. 

Chorus. 
Smith ! 

I hither came o, 
Impelled by fame o. 



10 POCAHONTAS, OR 

Chorus. 
Bravo ! Smith! 

Or all the same o, 
The subtle flame o. 

Chorus. 
Go it, Smith. 

JThe brilliant game o, 
Man's only aim o. 
To hunt up gold. 

Chorus. 
(Abjure the Italian, and give themselves Ethiopian airs.) 

You're off the track, and you'd better go back, 

The golden dream is o'er ; 
So order your hack and carry your pack 

From old Virginny's shore. 

Smith. 

Oh, nar'ry a toe, will this child go, 

But open a grocery store, 
And I'll never go back, 'till I've filled my sack 

On old Virginny's shore. 

King. And what the deuce induced this scheme Utopian I 
Proceed, we'll give you rope enough, European ! 
Though we don't relish being quite so near 
As this, my buck, to such a Buccaneer ! 

Smith. Most potent, grave, and reverent old fellow, — 
To use the words of that black wight Othello, 
My very noble and approved good savage, 
That we are come out here your lands to ravage, 
It is most true : for this you see us banded. 

{Indians rush at him — the King restrains them.) 

King. I must confess, sweet sir, that you are candid 
You'll probably excuse us if we doubt it. 
Pray how, sir, do you mean to set about it % 

Smith. Easy enough : we have full powers to treat. 

King. If that's the case, we'll take some whiskey neat. 
You cannot dash our spirits, we are proof 
Against such weakness ! 

Smith. Well, that's clear enough ! 
Majestic Savage, I was but in jest 
Just now, you'll find, I guess, that I'm a guest 
It would be quite as well to welcome over. 
The seas we clove in hopes to live in clover. 
Befriend us, and we'll try and be of use, 
Even to cooking of your royal goose ! 



THE GENTLE SAVAGE. 11 

King. Don't put yourself into a stew, my friend, 
My Kitchen Cabinet to that attend. 
They know my constitution just like lawyers. 

Smith. Soyer himself must yield to such top-sawyers ! 
But say, Great Sachem, don't refuse this fusion ; 
To now ill-use us would be base illusion ! 
Puissant potentate, abridge our sighs, 
We call on you to let us colonize. 
If this, most verdant Monarch, you will do, 
A course of Sprouts we mean to put you through ! 

King. Sprout me no sprouts, irreverent Suckers all ! 
You can't lodge here, my friend, in Short, at all ! 
I can no reason in such treason see ! 
What ! share my realm with you, mon cher ami 1 

Smith. Why not 1 We have the brads to buy your land, 
Nails are a legal tender, they're on hand, 
With beads and bracelets you shall all be crammed. 

King. If I sell land for brads, may I be d ished ! 

Smith. In friendship with you we should like to tarry. 
In proof of which I'm ready now to marry 
Any red queen that in my way should fall, 
I would accept her Sceptre, Crown, and all. 
My hand is hers ! 

King. Your hand 1 You"d better pause ! 
Among our Indian maids look out for Squaws ! 
If any jokers dare to run their rigs 
Near our wigvjams, we're sure to warm their wigs ! 
What shall we do with them, the sons of topers 1 

Speaker. Hang on the outer wall, the interlopers ! 

All. Hang them ! Hang them ! 

Smith. What fault have I committed 1 Halt ! 

King. Ha ! Do you falter 1 

Smith. I fain would hall before I reach the halter. 
That cord is not my line in any sense, 
I'd rather not be kept in such suspense ! 

King. You shan't be long ! prepare yourself ! But stay ! 
You'd rather not be hanged, I think you say 1 

Smith. I'm really fearful it would be a drop 
Too much for me ! 

King. Perhaps you'd like a chop — (with axe.) 

Smith. Ill-manner'd butcher, you may bet your Crown 
I'll fix your flint for you ! 

King. You simmer down ! 
Smith you must die, as well as all audacious 
Birds of passage that may migrate here ! 

Smith. My gracious ! 
Alas ! then, did our Nests at home content us, 
We would not now have been Non est inventus ! 
Mercy ! 

All. No mercy ! 



12 POCAHONTAS, OR, 

King. Not by any means ! 
My wrath they can't appease, so give them beans ! 

[Indians rush at Smith. 

Smith. Stay! Soft! Hold hard! One moment, if you please, 
Until his Majesty a secret sees ! 

King. A secret ! What is it 1 

Smith. Behold ! [Showing pistol. 

King. {Taking it.) We do ! What's this 1 

Smith. (Taking it back.) A pistol, sire, I hope it will suit you 
Should I present it ! 

King. Ha ! I see your aim ! 
By this you'd buy our silence, eh 1 

Smith. The same ! 

King. It's curious ! What does it contain 1 

Smith. Some potent pills, 
And warranted to cure all mortal ills ! 
With a few doses we'll be undertakers 
To rid you soon of all your pains and acres ! 

King. I'd grieve with favors to be overloaded. 
But with us kings such canons are exploded, 
And so will take your physic. 

[King fires pistol, drops it alarmed. 
Jarsey lightning ! ! 

[Rushes off, followed by Indians. 

Smith. Hurrah ! 'Tis clear, my friends, our skies are bright'ning ! 

Brown. Let us be off 

Smith. Be of ! Recall that whine, 
Or never more be officer of mine ! 
To leave our work half-done would be a pity, 
And so we take possession of the city ; 
And as is usual in all such cases. 
We'll nominate ourselves to all the places ! 
For Governor, John Smith ! 

Brown. I second that ! 
It's carried ; so be seated ! 

Smith. (Sitting) Verbum sal ! 
I'd make a speech to you, but that's not needed, 
For in to-morrow's Herald you can read it. 
Be sure I'll make the best of this bad story. 
To gild our guilt we've but to call it glory. 
Success crowns every crime whoever bleeds, 
Defies reproof and sanctifies misdeeds ; 
But pray excuse this personal reflection. 
Unsuited to a primary election, 
Propose your candidates. 

Brown. Might I suggest, 
A plan I've hit on that will be the best 
To suit the present crisis. In this hat, 
I've written all the names of all the fat 
And juicy offices, — let each advance, 



THE GENTLE SAVAGE. 13 

And in the grab game take an equal chance. 
All. Agreed ! agreed ! 

CONCERTED PIECE. 

Grab away- 

While you may 
In this game, luck is all, 

And the prize 

Tempting lies 
In the rich City Hall. . 

Grab away 

While you may ; 
For they say under Sam 

Holds the " puss " 

And the " cuss " 
Is as mild as a lamb. 

Grab away 

While you may ; 
Every day there's a '* job " 

It's a fact 

By contract 
All intact you may rob. 

Grab away 

While you may ; 
For the pay never fear. 

Justice winks 

Aye, and blinks, 
From the dust I scattered here. 

{Confusion at the Poll.} Brown, (To Jones.) What are you, Treasurer 1 

Jones. No, vicey varcy. 
I'm Secretary of State ! 

Smith. I cry you Marcy ! 
And you 1 (To Junk.) 

Junk. An Alderman ! 

Buntline. And so am I ! 

Another. And I ! 

Smith. (To Brace.) And what are you, old horse"? 

Brace. I'm Mayor ! 

Smith. No bed of roses is the Civic Chain 1 
See that your city fathers work their best, 
When they're fatigued, why, let them have arrest. 
Are you all satisfied 1 

Brown. Um ! — pretty well ! 

Smith. Then let us try the tea — room for a spell — 
Is there nothing we can do, 

Meantime I'll chaunt the Marsellaise a la Rachel, 
We heard the Yankees this time, pretty dears, 
They'll have to wait a couple of hundred years. 



14 POCAHONTAS, OK, 

Song. — Smith. 

It is of a French actress I'm going to tell, 
As came to America and her name it was Rachel, 
To play in deep Tragedies, both new ones and old 
All for to make a fortune in silver and gold. 

Chorus. 

(Anticipative of the way in which she intended to shovel in the specie.) 

Tol de dol, &c. 

Now she had a handsome Brother, and his name it was Felix, 
Who thought he was posted in play-house politics, 
For said he to himself — " I am just the right fel- 
Low, to manage these Yankees uncommonly well. 

Chorus. — (Indicative of the proposed Modus Operandi.) Tol, de dol, &c. 

"Oh " says he, <c in the newspapers I'll come it strong, 
All about the fine corps as I'm a fotchin' along, 
They'll cost me some 5000 dollars a night, 
And to see so much go, will be a dolorous sight." 
Chorus. — Illustrative of the way he disbursed that large amount to the 
talented Company. " Tol, de dol, &c." 

" When the public I've told the tremendous expense, 
They'll think that the prices are again to be immense, 
Twenty-five dollars a ticket at least they must be. 
They'll jump out of their skins when they find they're-r- 
only Three /" 

Chorus. — Delineative of the mad intoxication of the delighted popu- 
lace. Tol, de dol, &c. 

Well, the doors they were opened, and the folks they walked in, 
Think of Felix's feelinks, the domus was thin, 
And it must be confessed that he looked rather blue, 
When instead of Three dollars he had to take Two. 

Chorus. — Exemplifications of Felix'es countenance as he reluctantly 
yielded to the pressure of the Press. " Tol, de dol, &c. 

As the newspapers told him, the people flocked more, 
And every one bought a French play-book at the door, 
With their eyes on their books and their ears on the stage. 
They thought they were seeing Rachel I'll engage. 

Cko is. — Descriptive of the studious way the general public avoided 
seeing the Great Actress. Tol, de dol, &c. 

Now all you nice folks as are fond of a play, . 

And like to be amused in a sensible way, 

Don't you be deluded by fashion's sheep-bell, 

But come here where our language you understand well. 

Chorus. — Suggestive of the grateful return made by the audience for 
this disinterested advice. " Tol de dol, &c. 

Smith is borne okf in triumph. W. 



THE GENTLE SAVAGE. 15 

SCENE. II. 

Picturesque View in Jamestown, taken some lime before it was built— 
Savage Play-Ground of a Tuscarora Finishing Institution. Vocifer- 
ous irruption of Juvenile Squaw-lers. Enter Poo-tee-pet, Di-mon-di. 
Lum-Pa-Shuga. Dah-Ling-Duk. Nys-kree-tah. O-you-Jewl. Hah- 
Jote- Lah. Osa-Oharming. $c. $c. $c. 

Chorus of Emancipated Maidens. 

Sing-sing away ! 

Sing-sing away ! 
Schools, but prisons are they say, 

Sing-sing away ! 

Sing-sing away 
We'll have a sing-sing holiday, dec. 

Poo-Tee-Pet. 

I wish my Pa would send for me ! Oh, dear ! 

I'm tired of living so retired here, 

And I've had school enough, I know that well, 

To set up any fashionable belle ! 

Heigho ! How can one stay here with content, 

The present time no pastime can present ! 

No one to talk to of the Upper Ten, 

If it were even one of Brown's young men 

Just to begin with, for indeed the fact is 

I don't know how to flirt for want of practice. 

Di-mon-di. 

Is'nt that dreadful, dear, I'm just the same, 
And for my part I think it's a great shame 
That we've no more young master's to impart 
The rudest rudiments of that fine art ! 
Now, what's the use of drawing 1 

Poo-tee-Pet. 
I suppose 
That we may have some skill in drawing beaux, 
Let other people love to draw their spouses. 
That's horses' work — I'd rather much draw houses , 
Here comes Miss Pocahontas, haughty thing ! 
Tossing her crown because her Pa's a King ! 
Hum ! — I know something ! 

Di-mon-di. 

What? 

Poo-tee pet. 

He must be short, or 
He'd have paid up, my dear, for her last quarter 
Music. Enter, Po-ca-honlas, with Book. 



16 POCAHONTAS, OR 

INTERNATIONAL SCENA.— POCAHONTAS. 

Recitativo — Italiani doloroso. 

Sport am I of Fortune, no kind soul near to cheer me, 
I'm on the verge of despair ; 
Where can I turn me for comfort ! 
Whence seek for sigh sympathetic \ 
Ah ! me unhappy ! 
Most unhappy ! 
But my heart it will relieve, O, 
To sing from Hernani 
This recitativo ! 

INTER-ARIA NIGROQILE. 

Where the idlers now are shopping 

In gay Fashion's round, 
And at Banks, that are not stopping, 

You can hear the cold gold sound. 
All the world seems bright and cheery, 

But sometimes 'tis mock, 
Oh ! dark his lot who deals with Erie, 

For it's a fluctuating stock. 

CANTATA VARIOSO. 

Scenes that are brightest 

No one can trust, 
When money's tightest 

Look to your dust. 
Hope buoys, and carries us on 

Carries us on through our days, 
Carries us on like the pepper upon 

" Massachusetts Bays," 
Oh! Heigh! ho! 
Where is that beau 
Pa said he'd bring me a long time ago, 

INTRUSIVE CHORUS. 

Oh ! what a beau, 

What 1 a beau ? 
Miss Pocahontas, you don't say so. 
Pocahontas. Heigho ! This heated term will shortly cease, 
And these school-days to warmer ones give pla^e ! 
I know not why it is, but since I've seen 
Napoleon's life in Harper's magazine, 
My soul enthusiastic, yearns to paint 
The blissful deeds of some such warlike saint ! 
Since these heroin pages I've perused, 
The stories that my childhood have amused 
Are varnished with the fashions of last week ; — 
Never again with rapture shall I speak 
Of dear Red Riding Hood, or Cinderella, 



THE GENTLE SAVAGE. 17 

Or valiant little Jack the Giant feller, 
Robinson Crusoe, or great Thumb the Small, — 
This is the greatest story of them all ! — 
Oh ! that it were my future fate to do 
Some deed of desperation nice and new, 
Something would startle all the world with fright, 
That is, provided it left me all right ! 

Poo-Tee-Pet. Girls, here come the teachers, hide your books, 
Banish your smiles and put on your school looks ! 

Pocahontas. I hate that School-Ma'am, she does look so sly. 
She always has a pupil in her eye ! 

[Enter Wee-cha-ven-dah and Kros-as-kan-bee, Professors of haughty- 
culture, and trainers of the flowers of fashion] 

Weech. Heads up, backs straight, chests out and shoulders square 1 

Kros. Miss Pocahontas, just look at your hair, 
I never saw it in so vile a state ! 

Poca. It curls so much that I can't keep it straight. 

Weech. Now, ladies, if you please, you'll get your bows. 

Poca. I wish I had one ! 

Kros. Do turn out your toes ! 
You walk just like a duck, my dear, that's flat ! 

Poca. Being a duck, you know, I can't help that ! 

Kros. Come, ladies, please to recollect time flies! 

Poca. Fly time's too warm, I think, for exercise ! 
[They try a Dance, and execute it with bows and arrows. Noise of pur- 
suit without : Smith appears behind fence. Indian Girls cry, ** A 
man !" and run off screaming, all but Pocahontas.] 

Smith. Believe me, there's no necessity at all, 
Delicious Schreechers, for this sudden Squall ! 
Ah ! Aid me, Maiden, pray ! 

Poca. Who are you ] 
Are you a. fugitive come here to seek 
A railway, underground 1 

Smith. Not by a sight ! 
Alas 1 I'm only an unhappy wight, 
Without a shade of color to excuse 
Canadian Agents here to chalk my shoes, 
Therefore my passage-money won't be figured, 
For on that head Philanthropy is niggard ! 

Poca. Who is it this untimely visit pays, 
Breaking our school up before holidays 1 

Smith. I'll tell you, thou unfairest of the fair 
American Institution, — take a chair, 
While my o'erloaded bosom I unfreight, 
And all my early history relate ! 

[Gets chairs from entrance. 
Most comfortable chattels these to chat in, 
Such chairs I ne'er thought to sit in here, — they're satin ! 
'Tis now some twenty years " 



18 POCAHONTAS, OR 



Poca. V.\ hear no more ! 

Smith. You've cut my tale off! 

Poca. Long ones are a bore ! 
Brief it must be, however you bewail it ! 

Smith. I shall be curt, uncowrteous beauty, and cur/ail it ; 
Beginning with the end I had in view, 
Which, upon my soul was solely to see you, — 
When from the verge of yon Virginny fence 
I saw and heard a sordid herd advance ! 
From the spot I would have turned to flee, 
But one of the Chief's shadows spotted me, 
And at his back the savage, at whose beck 
They have a knack of tightening one's neck ! 

Poca. Can you tell who he was 1 

Smith. The Chief ? I can. 

Poca. A King \ 

Smith. The same. 

Poca. His name 1 

Smith. Is Powhatan / 

[Pocahontas screams. 
Some near relation of yours, maybe ? 

Poca. Rather ! 
Nearer he can't be much, for he's my Father ! 

Smith. The deuce ! 

Poca. Have you been introduced ! 

Smith. Why,— No! 
Not formally, but I have seen him though ! 
I visited his majesty's abode, 
A portly savage, plump, and pigeon-toed, 
Like Metamora both in feet and feature, 
I never met-a-more-a-musing creature ! 
Now without fear my love T can avow it, 
And pop the question boldly 1 

Poca. My pop won't allow it, 
I'll bet my life ! 

Smith. My chance that betters still, 
For being the contrary sex, you will ! 
In fact, rare princess, there's such rarefaction 
Within my heart, such "passional attraction" 
That we must live together spite of fate, 
For all impossibilities that congregate 
Around us, my free love despises ! 

Poca. Stop ! One doubt within my heart arises ! 
A great historian before us stands, 
Bancroft himself, you know, forbids the banns ! 

Smith. Bancroft be Vanished from your memory's shelf, 
For spite of fact I'll marry you myself. 
And happiness you'll have a better show for 
With me, than should you wed that low-bred loafer ! 



THE StiENTJE SAVAGE. 19 

DUET.— SMITH and POCA-HON-TAS. 

Smith. My love is like a raging hot volcano, 
Vesuvius in a fit of indigestion, 
And if you are so cruel as to say no 
Insane, oh ! I shall be without a question. 

Pocahontas. Such volcanic affection ' twere just as well 
You'd keep, a little piano, 
That too burning a mount would a Cinderel- 
la make me and I'm not a soprano. 

But where's the use of jesting 
Or protesting, 
With you this union never can take place. 

Smith ' Tis vain my claim arresting 

Or contesting 
To gain you every record I'll efface. 

Both. Such an event must amusing be 

We have no fear in asserting 
For changing the current of History 
Would certainly be diverting. 

(Noise of women without.) 

Poca. How from those prying eyes can I disguise you, 
My father's prize you'll be should he surprize you ! 

(He puts on shawl and hat, and pretends to read. Enter all the school. 

He mixes with them, they proceed towards gate as for a walk, in cou- 
. pies. Enter Powhatan and suite, Savagely. The girls are thrown into 

confusion.) 

Weech. What is the meaning of this rude intruding 1 

King. Rude ! By the rood it means there's mischief brooding I 
We seek a suc&er who's secreted here ! 
Produce him or induce him to appear, 
Or by the towel, silver fork and spoon 
You forked from me, I'll settle with you soon ! 

Poca (To girls) Save him! 

Girls. We will ! (They surround Smith.) 

King. You daughter come with me ! 
I'll settle you too ! 

Poca. How, Pa ! 

King. You shall see : 
I've found a husband you must wed to night ! 

Poca. Oh ! my prophetic soul, Bancroft was right ! 

Smith, (appearing) What's that 1 

King. Ha ! we have you now, I guess ! 

Poka. Despair ! Distraction ! 

Smith. Here's a precious mess ! 

Poka. Where is my Smith, my love, my only one 1 

Smith. My Pocahontas ain't you poking fun 1 

King. Here, dogs, we're in a snarl, so watch o'er us, 
This blackguard guard and aid us in the chorus. 



20 



POCAHONTAS, OR 



GRAND FINALE, 



-AFFETTUOSO.— FURIOSO.- 
MEROSO. 

Chorus. 



-E. CONGLO- 



Come, let us now like watch-dogs bark, 
Come, let us now put out this spark, 
Come, let us raise a jolly row, 
And like the dogs of war, bow, wow. 

Smith. I am plucked from fairy bowers, 
I am in misfortune's showers, 
Quite enough to wet a fellow through, 
Without an umberella too. 
Oh ! I love this old man's daughter, 
Though inscrutable I've thought her, 
As the song of Hiawatha. 

Writ by Long-fel-low. 

Pocahontas. Oh ! a little outsider too, 
A little outsider view, 
A little outsider, your own child 
Appeals dear dad, to you. 

King. Mr. Smith, you're in a fix 

With your Don Giovanni tricks. 
But though you think yourself so much the dandy O, 

I'll bet you two to one 

You're almost as good as gone, 
For I'll use you up just like a stick of candy, O, 

Omnes. Its all bosh and braggin 

All bosh and braggin 
All bosh and braggin 
That you'll find, old " hoss." 

Wait for the waggon, 
Wait for the waggon, 
Wait for the waggon, 
And you'll soon catch "goss." 



END OF ACT ONE. 



THE GENTLE SAVAGE. 21 

ACT II. 
SCENE I. — Isherwootfs Visw of the Interior of a Wigwam. Powhat- 
an pushes on Pocahontas with the parentally tyrannic air peculiar to 
irate potentates. 

DUETTO.— IMPETUOSO. 

King. 

Now Ma'am I have a notion, 

You can no longer rave, 
This son of the ocean oh shun, 

A home on the salt sea, waive. 

Pocahontas. 

Your child, you thus may seize sir t 

But sure as the seas are blue 
I shall soon rescued be, sir, 

From you, and your cruel crew. 

Both. 

The prospect is inviting, 

Thus all my love requiting, 
Of temper, you will find I have a share ; 

Since you're bent on fighting, 

Thus all my prospects blighting, 
I won't give in an atom, I declare. 

Powhatan. How sharper than a serpent's tooth, if one could find 
Such things in serpents' heads, is an ungrateful child ! 
But here you shall remain till you're resigned 
To settle down as I've made up my mind ! 
You'll make me/wrious if you yet refuse. 
Or venture to eschew the man I choose ! 

Poca. The king who would enslave his daughter so, 
Deserves a hint from Mrs. Beecher Stowe ! 
Who is the man, sir, I demand to know 1 

King. Hey ! day ! Are we commanded by our daughter ! 
I taught your teachers to keep you much tauter 
In hand ! If thus the rein you mean to shy, 
A shy-reign will be mine, methinks, bye-and-bye ! 
You must be curbed a bit, your doom's a prison, 
If you don't quickly hasten to be his'n ! 

Poca. If thus you wrong my Woman's Rights, and mock 
My griefs, your offspring will spring off the dock ! 
And mix my ardent spirits with cold water ! [Going. 

King. Hold ! 

I did but jest, my belle, you shall be told ! 
The man's a Dutchman, deep as he can be, 
In fact', as deep as the rolling Zuyder Zee. 
A first-class venture, cautious and acute, 
A widower, and good shoe maker to boot ! 



22 POCAHONTAS, OR 

Poca. A widower ! the proverb's here surpassed, 
A shoemaker who looks beyond his last ! 
%< Ne sutor" sir, et cetera, so, you see 
Such suitor is not likely to suit me ! [Rolff sings outside. 

King. Here he comes, no counterfeit is he 
Like Smith, whose very name's a forgery I 

Poca. The other's worse by his own showing. 

King. Howl 

Poca. I heard him uttering false notes, just now ! 

King. He's here ! you see resistance now were idle, 
His bride you shall be, so your temper bridle ! 

Enter Rolff, smoking. 

Rolff. Meine cootness gracious, was is das I see ! 
Is das meine loafley vrow as is to be 1 

King. Yes, there's the prize, my son, go in and win her, 
While, to escape the din, guess I'll go in to dinner. 

GRAND SCENA PERTURBATO. 

Aria " Hibernoso affettuosamente. 

Poca. 

Aurora, no more will I hail thy first dawn, 

No more hear the soul-stirring cry of " hot corn," 

I have nothing to do now, but languish and die, 

" Crushed out" as I am by my Pa's cruelty. 

But I'm not so domestic a thing, on my life 

As ever to be yon brown Hollander's wife. 

No, rather than that, a deep hole I would bore 

In my heart, and behold bright Aurora no more. 

And oh ! if I'm forced like poor Dinah, to die 

By going, and taking a cup of cold py — 

— zon, no Villikins will I leave here to deplore, 

That this child should behold bright Aurora no more. 

Cantata "Giojoso et amoroso." 
Rolff. 
Oh peutivool girl, 
Mein prave Indian bearl, 
Love runs like a squirrel 

Meine heart up and down. 
Oh don't look so freezy, 
Uneezy and breezy, 
Meine vrow you must be see 

In spite of your vrown. 

Oh peautivool creeter, 
I'd fling at your feet your 
Audacious beseecher, 

Now bobbin around. 



THE GENTLE SAVAGE. fc3 

But you mustn't be freezy, 
Uneasy or breezy, 
Meine vrow you must be see 
In spite of your frown. 

Song " doloroso cl petulento." 
King. 

'Tis a hard blow to suffer 

When sad and alone, 
Some poor aged buffer 

Sits by his hearthstone, 
No flour in his kitchen, 

No fire-water nigh, 
His complexion to nourish 

By a drop in his eye. 

Together. 

In our cane brakes of an afternoon, 
We sometimes go for to hunt the coon, 
And from experience I declare 
He ain't an easy bird to snare. 

Clar's his action, 
Old coon, sly coon, 

Old Virginia never tire. 

Poca. Appeal is useless ! what words could I utter, 
To mollify this firkin of Dutch butter ! 
Oh ! tell me, was that sentence that my pa 
Made use of, true, that I'm to wed you 1 

Rolff. Yah! 

Poca. But if I say I love another 1 

Rolff. Psha! 

Poca. You wouldn't force me to espouse you? 

Rolff. Yah! 

Poca. Was ever maiden's love so sublimated ! 
Single, ere this, and now thus doubly-mated ! 
But, once for all, sir, know I'm not inclined 
To wed a beau with such a narrow mind ! 
Dutchman depart ! the honor I resign, 
Leave me, or else, believe me, you shall rue it ! 

Rolff. Nein! 

SONG— ROLFF. 

WITH TYROLEAN FIXINS. 

Like the Tyrolese singers, so gallant and gay, 
I'll sing you a song in the Tyrolese way, 
Fol de dol, de dol lay — it's a very fine day, 
It doesn't much matter — you know what I say. 

[Here follows an exhibition of tracheotomous gymnastics, which must be 
heard to be properly appreciated 



V 



24 POCAHONTAS, OR 

I wish from mein soul all de rocks round about 
Would to sausages turn, and the trees to sourcrout. 
The ocean's vast bowl into lager bier roll 
And I was an earthquake to swallow the whole. 

[More vocal gymnastics.] 

And then for mein pipe I'd Vesuvius fill full 
Of kanaster and through a pine tree take a pull 
And after that, p'raps, for fear of mishaps, 
I'd toss down Niagara Falls for mein schnapps. 

[Gymnastics again.] 

Rolff. It ain't no use to crumble, zo you zee 
Mein peauty, you must gome along mit me ! 

[She struggles wildly with the destroyer of her peace, to corresponding 
Music, marked, and melo-dramatic] 

Poca. Unhand me, thou unhandsome caitiff! 
Rolff. Nein ! 

It's no good kicking now, you must be mine ! 
Poca. Where shall I turn 1 

[Breaks from him distractedly — suddenly beholds the members of the 
Orchestra and appeals to them.] 

Can you look calmly on 
And see this shameful Overture begun, 
Yet take no part ! I cannot call you men, or 
You'd out-shout the treble baseness of his tenor ! 
Thou rude assailer, must I storm without avail? 

[Smith jumps in at the window. 
Avast ! not when a sailor's within hail ! 

[Tableau of triumphant innocence, and disconcerted Dutch villany. 
Smith continues ora-tar-ically.] 

Sheer off at once, you ugly-looking craft, 
Or, damme ! if I don't rake you fore and aft ! 
Perhaps I'd better kill him, love 1 — Here, stay ! 
What do you think 1 

Poca. It might be the best way 

Smith. Of course it will be. So, audacious rival, 
Prepare, at once, to die ! 

. Rolff. To die ! der Diefil! 

Help, murder ! help ! 

[Smith proceeding to annihilate him, is intercepted by Powhatan. 
King. Holloa ! what's the row 1 

Rolff. Dat dere tarn Smit has dook away mein vrow ! 
And vos vant do gill me do pezite ! 

King. Dear me. is that all 1 I'll soon set it right 
Children, come here, I've changed my mind. 

[Shaking hands with Smith. 



THE GENTLE SAVAGE. 25 

Rolff. What's dat 1 

You shakes him by de hand 1 

[King winks at Rolff. 
Oho ! I smells a rat. [Aside, j 

King-. I'll fix him. [Aside J] Smith, we to our daughter's choice 
Lend the loud sanction of our Royal voice. 

Smith. Your voice allowed, but has your heart relented 1 

King. If in our simple tent you'll live contested. 

Smith. To an extent intense. King, you're a brick ! 

Rolff. Mein vrow ! mein Got ! dis is a purdy drick. 

King. Demmy John, cork up ! Now, daughter dear, prepare, 
With orange wreaths array your raven hair ; 
To prove I love you, Smith, before you wed, 
We'll take a proof impression of your head, 
In our approved new lithographic style. 

Smith. With all my heart ; but if you harbor guile, 
My tars will make a target of your head. 

King. Upon the honor of a king ! 

Smith. 'Nufifsaid. 

QUARTETTE. 
King, Smith, Rolff, and Pocahontas. 

Fill now a flowing glass 

We would, without doubt, sir, 
But as we've none, alas ! 

"We must do without, sir. 

We'll live, never fear, 
In harmony here. 
King. (Poor John Smith is very grateful.) 

Chorus. 

As lazy as monks in a cloister. 

King. (Grief he's not now troubled with.) 

Chorus. 

Both soft shells and hard 
We here disregard. 

King. (He's gentle and resigned, 

And resolved to go it blind.) 

Chorus. 
So we get our fair share of the oyster. 
King. Oh, what a fool is poor John Smith ! 

(POCO A POCO DlSCRETIONI.) 

SCENE II. — School Ground as before. Poo-tee-pet looking cautiously. 

Poo-tee-pet. Come, girls, we'll have our little confab here, 
No prying principals can interfere. 
I've dreadful news for you ! 



26 POCAHONTAS, OR 

Di-dum-di. You don't say so ! 

What is it, dear, I'll die if I don't know. 

Girls. And so will I. And I. 

Di-dum-di. For my part, I can't guess 

What it can be that gives you such distress. 
Do let us know at once. 

All. Do— do! 

Poo-tee-pet. I will. 

Imagine the extreme of human ill. 

Lump-a-shuga. Are the new bonnets worn on the head 1 

Di-mon-di. There's been a fight, and all the men are dead. 

Poo-tee-pet. Not quite so bad as either, but behold ! 
A tale- of horror in this note is told ! 

Di-mon-di. Do tell ! 

Lump-a-Shuga. I want to know 1 

Di-mon-di. What can it be 1 

Poo-tee-pet. Miss Pocahontas tells me here, that she is going to marry. 

Di-mon-di. What a heavy blow ! [All laugh. 

Poo-tee-pet. But not the man she's in love with ! 

All. Oh! 

Poo-tee-pet. At Union Square, this afternoon, 'tis fated, 
The wrongful rites are to be consummated ! 
The awful moment is almost at hand, 
But as this scandalous affair I've scanned, 
If you'll but second me in what I say, 
Our hands will show them what's the time o' day ! 
You can wind up this business as you like, 
If at the proper instant you but strike ! 
Strike ! like the steel of Halleck's brave Bozzaris, 
Strike ! as the newest fashions do in Paris, 
Strike ! for your rights, your homes, and kitchen fires ; 
Strike ! like a crowd of feminine Tom Hyer's. 

All. We will ! Hurrah ! Down with mankind in general ! 

Di-mon-di. A very striking denoeument, indeed, 
If we could only see how to proceed. 

Poo-tee-pet. I have got leave, to-day, for our diversion, 
To go on a toxophoiite excursion. 
A female target party— 'twill be fine 
Before they can suspect our deep design, 
By stratagem to get them to desist, or 
Else, by force of arms assist our sister. 
The plan is dangerous, and now you know it, 
Are you all game to see it through 1 

All. We'll go it! 

Poo-tee-pet. Now, let's be off, as we've no time to lose. 

Di-mon-di. Those gentlemen.can keep time, I suppose. [ To Orchestra. 

Poo-tee-pet. Then, if you please, as we've good time before us, 
We'll just take time enough to sing a chorus. [Addressing Leader. 



THE GENTLE SAVAGE. 27 

CHORUS. 
Air. — " Pop goes the Weazle." 

As we're going on a train 

We must see and load a 
Hamper with the drink of Maine. 

Pop goes the soda. 

Hampered thus, no Indian corn 

Can we now forebode, a 
Bumper fill then, (in a horn), 

Pop goes the soda. [Exeunt omnes. 

SCENE LAST. — Union Square in the City of Werowocomoco. The 
assembled Upper Tendom of Tuscorora, discovered. 

CHORUS. 
Air. — " Hark His the Indian drum." 
Haik 'tis the ingine bell, 

Look out for the locomotive 
We off the track must go. 

Though 
His majesty is rather slow. 

He must be how come you so, 
With Smith's New England rum : 
The rum, the rum, &c. r &c. 

Enter Pocahontas, evidently in very indifferent spirits, her overburthened 
soul bursts forth in melody. 

Air. — Notturne, Grazioso vel Filosofoso. 

Oh, some are right 

Who don't invite 

Within their vest 
So dangerous a guest, 

As love that hies 
To this abode, 

And heavy lies — 
Dyspeptic load. 

It sets one frying 

And sadly sighing, 
You can't lodge here, no way, 

So love good day, 

'Twill never pay 

To let you stay, 
So love good day, good day, good day, 

I'm better off without thee 
Verily. 

And do not care about thee, 
No, not I. 

[ Shs goes off sadly. 



28 POCAHONTAS, OR 

Enter Powhatan and Smith. Rolff creeping cautiously after. 

King. Here's where my artists dwell, a race gregarious, 
Cheering their up hill life with mirth Aalarious. 
Smith, where are all your sailors ! Safe, I trust 1 

Smith. Yes ! Safe, by this time, to be on a bust! 

King. Do none of your brave hands about here linger? 

Smith. I need no hands while I those arms can finger. 

Rolff, who has stolen behind Smith, suddenly snatches his pistols, one of 
which he hands to Powhatan, producing a perilous and plagisarous 
situation, A la Rob Roy — Smith served with a " ne exeat" at every 
opening, by the servitors of the King, and finally bound over to a strong 
chord in the Orchestra. 

Rolff. Friend Smith, you're double-sold ! You lose your wife ! . 

King. Likewise, to a dead certainty, your life ! 

Smith. Such hospitality was ne'er surpassed. 
Invited to a feast and thus made fast ! 
But, as to you, base cobbler, soon to pay 
For what's occurred, I'll find a ready way ! 
There's not a red marauder in the land 
But henceforth seeks your hide to have it tanned ! 
Think on't, and tremble to your marrow's pith ! 
Judas ! you haven't yet subdued John Smith ! 1 

King. Don't make a Judy of yourself! 

Rolff. Meine friend ! 
Your thread of life is waxing to an end ! 

A Scotch Indian march, with variations and situations, singularly similar 
to those which have occurred in similar situations. 

King. Now, that our finishing touches may be shown, 
Bring forth our finest lithographic stone ! 

He is obeyed with servile alacrity. — Flourishes a huge club. 

I said I'd take your head off! 

Smith. But I swear, 
You didn't hint about that sketch club there ! 

King. Disappointed in the likeness you can't be ! 

Smith. 'Twould be more striking if my hands were free ! 
But as I'm bound to let you have your way, 
A few last words, I trust, you'll let me say ? 

King. We're tied to time, and time and tide won't wait, 
You must die early so you can't dilate ! 
Our Indian laws are some, there's no receding ! 

Smith. Why what an Indian summary proceeding ! 

King. A sentence, come, prepare ! 

Smith. Hold on a spell 
Fell tyrant ! 

King. Ha! What's that? 

Smith.' I mean old "feV 



THE GENTLE SAVAGE. 29 

You woulden't cut a fellow 's thread 1 

King. That's so ! 
I do assure you, you shan't feel the blow ! 
Old Tar, to-night in Tartarus you'll sup ! 

Smith. Life's a conundrum ! 

King. Then lie down, and give it up ! 

Smith. It's a hard pill — but a much harder pillow ! {Reclining. 

Pocahontas rushing in heroineically distressed and dishevelled, followed 
by sailors. 

Poca. Husband ! for thee I scream ! 
Smith. Lemon or Vanilla ? 

Poca. Oh ! Fly with roe, and quit those vile dominions ! 
Smith. How can I fly, beloved, with these pinions 1 

Duet. — Smith and Pocahontas. 

" Prima Donna Waltz" 

Smith. 

Although a bird am I, 

And sometimes do get high — 

A pair of wings 

Are essential things 
Before a bird can fly. 

Pote. 
Oh ! dearest, die I must, 
My heart, just like pie crust 

Is breaking in pie — 

Ces, only to see 
How fowl ly my bird is trussed. 
Smith. 

A verse to add, I'm not adverse to 
Though adversity' s a curse — so 
Come what may — fate can't do worse, oh 
Farewell. 

Poca. 

Loose him, and let him be my spouse ! 

King. 

Not I, 
Such an alliance would be all a lie ! 
On no account, can 1 run counter to 
Virginia records which relate to you. 
I'm very sorry, Smith, but you must die ! 

(Music.) 
Smith. 

Wait 'till the Target Party passes by ! 

Enter Poo-tee-pet, and all the Indian women — they execute sundry manoeu- 
vres, and finally form a hollow square around Smith, very pointedly 
pointing their arrows at the King and company. 



80 POCAHONTAS, OR 

King. 

Hollo ! Stop that ! — my goodness ! — I do declare ! 
Those arrows make me quiver ! — as you were ! 
What are you, that thus outrage all propriety 1 

Poo-tee-pet. 
The Anti-marry-folks-against-their-will Society ! 

King. 
Why come you here 1 — as sorrowful spectators 1 

Poo-tee-pet. 

No ! on the contrary, we're very gladiators ! 
For Freedom every heart with ardor glows, 
On Woman's Rights we're bent, and bent our bows ! 
Your daughter dear, must marry whom she may, 
Daughters you know, should always have their way ! 

King. What's to be done ] I'm puzzled in good sooth, 
I love my daughter, but can't warp the truth ! 

Smith. You've ample means, examples you don't lack, 
Didn't Shakspeare give Kinjj Richard a crook back, 
For fear bold Queen Elizabeth would frown. 
Whose grandpapa had cracked his Royal crown ! 
In our day, isn't every corner rife 
With Hot Corn heroines, ne'er seen in life 1 
Don't Mr. Abbott make that bloody Tartar, 
Napoleon Buonaparte, a Christian martyr 1 
If these don't satisfy you 1 

King. No, they don't ! 

Smith. I'll fight him for the maiden ! 

Rolff. No, you won't ! / 

Smith. Draw lots, shake props, shoot pistols, or petards, 
Or stake her hand upon a hand of cards ! 

King. Ha ! ha ! there's sense in that ; you're on a track 
That suits us to a T. Who's got a pack 1 

[ They all produce the documents. 
Stay ! here's a table — sit upon the edge. 

[They sit upon a stone. 
He's done ! (Aside.) What shall the game be, Smith 1 

Smith. Old Sledge! 

[All crowd round anxiously watching the game. 

CHARACTERISTIC CONCERTED PIECE. 
Chorus. 
Now for a jolly encounter at High, Low, Jack, and the Game. 

King and Smith. 
The Queen ! 

A trump ! 

A better ' 

The Ten ! 

That's good for my Jack ' 



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Chorus. 
Oh 1 what a jolly encounter at High, Low, Jack, and the Game. 

King and Smith. 
A trump ! 

Another ! 

That's low ! 

That's so. 

And that's the best card in the pack ! 
Pocahontas. 

Oh ! Mr. Hoyle, 
All his toil 
Prithee spoil. 

Chorus : Give him fita. 

Oh ! Master, pray 
Mind the way 
That you play. 

Chorus : Give him fits. 
Smith. 

I've won the game, 

Upon my life ; 
And better still, 

I've won a wife ! 

At High, Low, Jack, 

You cannot shine — 
So take the pack, 

The maid is mine. 

I'm bound to play all night, 

I'm bound to play all day ; 
I'll bet my money on the High, Low, Jack, 

For ever, if thy hand 's my pay. 

King. 

Mr. Smith, I must acknowledge, I'm a sure gone coon, 
I'm dished, and feel exactly like a used-up spoon : 
Though I thought the game to play to another sort of tune, 
And beat you too, before you'd say Jack Robinson. 
Omnes Coda. 
He's won the game, &c. 

Smith. Hurra ! I've won the game ! 

King. Well, that's a fact ! 

Rol.ff. Der's sheating round dis board ! de gards was backed ! 
Boo hoo ! I'm zwindled ! [Cries 

King. Just you stop that blubber. 
Bub, or cut in for an Indian rubber 1 [Flourishing club 

Smith. I have won fairly, I appeal to you. (To King.) 
And fair one, I have fairly won you> too, 
So let us two make one. 



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Poca. Papa, you've heard 1 

King. It likes me not, but I mui t% CT1 e Q71 
There, take her !— that, I think's U™ JZjPJ^ 3 ' * "2 2 

[Joining their hands patriarchal^ 
Now, let your voices round the a'rck ring. 
Our son-in-law, three cheers, and make them tell ! 
Hip hip, hurrah ! {They shout.) Tiger ! (They roar.) 
Indian yell ! (They scream.) 

Smith. Old King of Clubs, you are a jolly trump ! 
And don't you be so downcast, you Dutch pump ; 
All future history will see you righted. 
With her. in name alone, I'll be united. 

Poca. How long the union may exist, depends 
On the impartial verdict of our friends. 

King. Give your consent, and all dispute will cease, 
A citizen's first duty is, to keep the peace. 

Smith. So, pray keep this one, not in bonds too tight, 
But suffer it to run through many a night. 

GRAND FINALE.— A la Grec. 

King. 

And now wev'e done our duty here, 

We hope and trust that you'll not fume, or 

Fail to give a parting cheer, 

But take our bad jokes in good humor — 

Tow row row, 
People will you now, 
Take our bad jokes in good humor, 
Now, now, now. 

De Capo Chorus. 

Smith. 

Good people all, both great and small, 
, Now, you and your kind friends we want, as 
Often as you please to call 
On Captain Smith and Pocahontas. 
Tow row row, 
Lenity allow. 
Captain Smith and Pocahontas, 
Now, now, now. 

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